THE FUTURE LIVES IN LONDON
disappearing acts of the world
spinning round cradle songs sung in sunlight and in time for time
minutes turned hours while days slowly count down
i say good morning and you say goodnight
life carries on outside our overlapping cocoon
unavoidable industry demanding attendance now
locked in cycles and random outbursts
rearranging shadows through the blinds and tugging at my mind
we are still coinciding
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